Your syndicate would call to arms to [bad word] my mind
My resurrection is the defect of your absolute design
Another dream without perfection
Locked up hearts inside affection
Another symphony
To the bitter beat of the living dead

Erase me
Annihilate me
Exterminate me
 [bad word] me
 [bad word] me
Beat me

Once and for all
Finish the enemy

Put your fears to the air
We pretend to fight again
Put your fears to the air
We go into life again

Put your fears to the air
We pretend to fight again
Put your fears to the air
We go into life again